Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

Unfortunately, just the basic suck and come today, Steven. I'll let you give me the slow and steady next time. Your lips on my balls did feel good, but the pants stay up today. Just take it out through the zipper, please. Go easy though, no accidental scrapes."

He returned to his anticipatory stare, and I did as commanded. I unzipped his pants and reached in slowly with my right hand. The heat started the betraying tingle in my balls as I felt his flaccid cock, through the boxers. The moment I touched it, his dick began to grow, and mine along with him.

The cold, hard concrete against my knees, was in stark contrast to the warm softness in my hand as I worked to free his cock. The boxers had a button on the fly, so it required both hands to release him. I struggled with the button, trying to hurry to lessen the chance of being seen. When I finally got the button free, I gently slid my fingertips from the base of his cock toward his round cock head and slowly stretched him through the zipper, with my hands between him and the metal teeth. Next, I stroked him slowly with my right hand, feeling him stiffen at my touch. I noted the contrast of his round cock head compared to the elongated head on Mark's.

As he grew hard, I again noticed the pinkness of his cock head against the deep black color of his shaft. My own dick, pressed hard against my pants, like a Pavlovian dog, programmed to respond to the growing hardness in my hand. Once again, I followed the training Mark instilled in me and asked permission.

"Can I please suck your cock until you come in my mouth, Officer Reeves?" I asked, looking up at him.

"You don't need to ask permission for that, Steven. The answer will always be yes." He smiled down at me hungrily.

I engulfed him slowly. When his heat, scent, and taste flooded my senses, my cock pulsed with a rush of hot hardness and sent a tingle through my lower body. I took all of him in my mouth and felt him reach steel-like hardness. He moaned softly and his right hand rested on the back of my head, as I slid him in and out of my mouth and throat.

"Fuck, Steven," he said softly. "Oh, yes suck my fucking cock. Ah."

The taste of his pre-cum made my mouth water and saliva dripped down my chin, as my pace quickened.

"That feels so good, Steven; please don't stop," he almost whimpered.

Hearing the pleasure in his voice, sent such an intense tingle through my cock head, I thought I might come in my pants from the pressure of the stretched fabric. That familiar contrast of emotions was back again. The humiliation of being forced to my knees to pleasure this near stranger, versus the overwhelming tingling pleasure pulsating through my traitorous cock. Both sets of emotion pushed me toward the same goal. I needed to make him come as quickly as possible. One part of me, to end this so I wouldn't get caught, and the other, to taste his hot cum flood my mouth again and bring me closer to some relief for my raging hard-on.

My head bobbed with increasing intensity, wrapping my lips slightly over my teeth to prevent hurting him as I bounced furiously on his hot hardness. I continued the frantic pace, pushing his cock head into my throat with each thrust, taking all of his steaming length.

He let out a series of guttural groans and his body stiffened before he reached the point of no return, "Oh fuck, Steven, your gonna-- Huh!"

He stifled himself as his cock unloaded the first blast of hot cream into my throat, followed by a rapid series of pulsing spurts of his bittersweet cum. I slowed my motion to swallow it all, as the feel of his pulsing cock in my mouth brought me to the verge of coming in my pants. Part of me wanted to hump the air, pushing my throbbing cock head against my pants until I came with him, but I knew that would not be a good idea for many reasons. The two most important were, the wrath of Mark for coming without permission and the wrath of Amy, for spunking in my pants without her assistance.

My hard-on throbbed mercilessly, as I slowly milked Officer Reeves of every drop of his creamy seed. He breathed deeply and steadily, as he regained his composure and his breath.

"Mm," he sighed. "So glad you came home early, Steven, thank you."

He pulled out and pushed his soaked cock back into his pants. As I waited for further instruction, I became aware of the pain in my knees from the concrete floor.

"Well, Mr. Stilson, you've made a strong oral argument this morning. I thank you for your cooperation. If you don't mind returning to your vehicle, I will escort you to your next appointment. Rest assured, I will use my mediation skills to help you derive the most beneficial agreement possible with Mr. Thomas. Your latest stalking behavior has him deeply concerned. I only hope I can calm him down and keep you out of jail again. Follow me and I'll think of something on the way."

He returned to his cruiser, and I followed him out of the garage. He waited on the other side of the gate until I paid, then led me to Mark's house. Despite the choices that Mark had laid out, the thought of sucking his dick combined with the taste of Officer Reeves' cum, had my treacherous cock at full attention as we drove. When we reached his house, I parked in nearly the same spot, where I first met Officer Reeves.

He got out of his cruiser, came to my window, and knocked. I rolled it down and he gave me instructions.

"I'll let him know you are here, and will see if I can grease the skids for a smoother landing for you, Mr. Stilson. Wait here." He smiled, seeming proud of his aviation pun.

As I pondered A or B, my boner did begin to recede. The potential pain from both options, again began to sink in. After only a few minutes, he stepped out on the porch and waved me over.

When I entered the house, he led me to the kitchen, where good ol' Mark stood in the familiar terrycloth robe. Next to him on the counter, was a black leather gym bag.

"Hello again, Mr. Stilson," said Mark, with a condescending tone. "Sorry, to have to involve you again, Officer Reeves, but as the video clearly showed, Steven is still having some control issues. Unfortunately, I think a firm stance will need to be taken during this round of negotiations. I will take your advice once again and try to reach an understanding of acceptable behavior for Mr. Stilson."

As he looked me up and down in my uniform, his eyes lit up and he smiled widely. "Where's your hat, Mr. Stilson?" he asked gleefully.

A feeling of dread washed over me and as I had done so many times since my first encounter with Mark, I began the conversation with myself in my head.

"Why the fuck, didn't you bring a change of clothes? You know he's gonna break out the camera and he's going to have you sucking cock in uniform. Fuck!"

"I asked a simple question and suddenly you're shy?" he asked, tauntingly.

"Please..." I started to beg for mercy, but was cut off abruptly.

"Yes, I know you want to suck my cock, Mr. Stilson, you've made that abundantly clear many times. But I asked you a question. Where's the hat." he said, with growing anger.

"It's in the car," I replied meekly.

"Go get it. I think it will add some... dignity to the discussion." His tone grew more arrogant.

"Please--"

His glare cut me short, and I went to the car to retrieve the cap.

When I returned, he smiled and walked around me, dangling pink, fuzzy handcuffs in one hand as looked me up and down.

"Very distinguished, Mr. Stilson. The sharp suit and tie look good, but the cap adds an air of distinction that's quite impressive." Then he turned to Officer Reeves, and held out the handcuffs. "I could use your professional assistance restraining him for me before you leave. I'm not sure I can trust him, if you know what I mean."

Officer Reeves took the cuffs trying not to smile. Then he stepped toward me. "Please turn around and put your hands behind your back..."

"Actually, Officer Reeves, I think we'll need his hands in front," Mark interrupted.

So he cuffed me with my hands in front and made sure they were secure.

"Thanks, Rodney. I'll take it from here. I'll call if I need any assistance," said Mark, with a grin.

"Okay. I'm gonna leave you with him, Mr. Thomas. You are a lucky man, Mr. Stilson. I can tell you; I've never seen such an open and shut stalking case. I suggest you get the message this time. Mr. Thomas could put you away for quite some time if he chose to pursue this. You fellas have a nice day now."

My heart raced as the door closed and I was once again alone with my chief tormentor.

He circled me, like a military commander inspecting a soldier, only his uniform was a terrycloth robe, now hanging open with the ties dangling, and his semi-hard cock peeking out.

"I do like the uniform, Steven, or should I call you, Captain? What is your rank, Steven?"